Y ou know, by the end of that first dawn...
...we lost 100 men.
I don't know how many sharks.
Maybe 1,000.

I don't know how many men,
they averaged six an hour.

On Thursday mornir,
I bumped into a friend of mine...

...Herbie Robinson, from Cleveland.
Baseball player, bosurs mate.
I thought he was asleep.
Reached over to wake him up.
He bobbed up and down
in the water just like a kind of top.

He'd been bitten in half, below the waist.
Noon the fifth day,
a Lockheed Ventura saw us.

He swung in low and he saw us.
He was a young pilot.

Y ounger than Mr. Hooper. He saw us...
...and he came in low,
and three hours later...

...a big fat PBy comes down
and starts to pick us up.

That was the time I was most frightened.
Waitir for my turn.
I'll never put on a life jacket again.
So, 1,100 men went into the water...
...316 men come out.
The sharks took the rest
June the 29th, 1945.

Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
What's that?
It's a whale.
"Farewell and adieu to you,
fair Spanish ladies

"Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain"